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* Rhys enters from the kitchen and unlocks the front door with his wrought silver key. "Hall's open." * Lisl walks in with the opening of the door. * Tyl walks in and sits at the bar. <Rhys> Lisl. Good evening. I'm sorry if I kept you waiting. Can I get you some mulekick? <Rhys> And Tyl, well met. Rum and ice? <Tyl> Please, Rhys... * Lisl sets a small bag down by the door, under the cloak pegs, and meanders over to the bar. * Temire walks in looking around. She appears to be a human in her midteens. She is wearing knee length soft leather boots, thread bare black pants and an undyed shirt. * Rhys pours Tyl her usual poison. * Temire heads over to the bar and perches herself on one of the stools. * Tyl makes a toast gesture in Rhys's direction, then downs the entire glass <Rhys> ::to the newcomer (Temire):: Well met. I am Rhys Altain, barkeep for this evening. Can I get you anything? <Rhys> ::to Tyl:: More? <Lisl> You didn't keep me waiting, Rhys, I was early. I'm going in a short trip to be with an old friend, and I wanted to spend some time here before I left...one for the road, as it were. I'd love a 'kick, thanks. <Tyl> <peers into her empty glass> Sure thing... <Temire> Actually, I was looking for Mistress Michelle. Um...I'm not sure what I should get. * Rhys carefully pours Lisl a mug of 'kick. The mug is stalwart, and accepts its fate stoically. "Here you go." <Rhys> ::pouring Tyl a refill:: I'm not sure where Michelle is. You're more than welcome to wait here for her, however. * Zoya enters, walking and reading at the same time. The book is smallish and bound with black leather. She wanders in without looking up, finds her way by trial and error to a chair, and seats herself, still reading avidly. <Lisl> ::smiling at the newcomer and looking her up and down:: Whatever you get, don't let anyone talk you into a mug of Kalthean mulekick. ::chuckling as she takes a swallow from her mug:: 'Specially not me. <Temire> Why not? * Lisl watches Zoya enter and navigate the room as if by radar. "How *do* you do that?" <Tyl> <grins at Lisl> she's had LOTS of practice... * Zoya seems oblivious to the discussion around her. <Tyl> Hey, Rhys, do you know if that Ghosty couple came out alright? I had a nasty case of unconsciousness to deal with * Rhys looks at Tyl, faintly raising one eyebrow. "I'm afraid don't know." <Temire> Do you mean Marta and Yousef? <Lisl> ::turning back to Temire:: Because...::pulling a handkerchief out of her vest, wadding it up, and dipping the end into the mulekick:: It's heck on the digestion. ::opening the kerchief flat to reveal a large, burnt hole in the center, edges still damp and curling:: <Tyl> yeah, them... ::grins at the girl:: * Temire swallows convulsives and leans away from the 'kick, "And you DRINK that stuff?" <Lisl> ::looking up:: Marta? You mean Jel managed to find her old fiancé? <Tyl> Jel managed to find a great deal of things... <shakes head> <Temire> Yeah. Mistress Michelle cast a spell to bring Marta back to life the way she was when she was killed and Jelarthna gave Yousef a bunch of potions that made him younger. I think they're off seeing the world now. <Lisl> ::shrugging a shoulder:: Well...it's an acquired taste. ::sipping:: * Zoya turns a page... <Tyl> Oh, good. <sighs> I'd hate to think we went through all that for nothing... * Jelarthna walks in smoothly, yet not with his normal bounce. He hangs his cloak on a peg and looks around the room, smiling just a bit at his friends. <Lisl> ::smiling:: That's great! She was kinda sweet....quiet, but sweet. <Jelarthna> Good evening, everyone. ::walks to the bar:: * Alranis slips quietly through the door, looking (as per usual) somewhat the worse for wear. He sidles up to the bar and sets himself down, somewhat apart from the others. <Tyl> Good evening, Jel... I meant to thank you the other night for the lift, but you ran off before I woke up... * Lisl waves a hand at Jel. <Rhys> Well met, Jelarthna. Can I get you anything tonight? * Lion enters through the side/front door. He, wearing a blue, simple Oriental style tunic, in a rough silk, belted over gray pants, tucked into tall, soft split toed boots. He walks over to the bar and takes a seat. <Temire> Good evening Jelarthna. <Rhys> And... Lion? Good evening. * Lisl nods a greeting at Al, smiling a little. <Lion> Good evening, barkeep. ::to Rhys:: <Rhys> ::to Alranis:: Weiders? <Jelarthna> I'm sorry about that, Tyl. I stayed for a little while to make sure you were okay, but I also needed to come back and see how Michelle was doing. That spell drained her completely, and that can be almost as dangerous as teleporting into other planes. ::grins slightly:: <Jelarthna> ::waves back to Lisl:: <Tyl> Oh, s'okay... not a problem... I just wanted you to know that I was grateful... <Alranis> Yeah. :: grins :: If you've got it. <Lion> ::to Rhys:: Can I get an ale, when you have a moment? <Tyl> ::To Rhys:: What's a Weirders? <Jelarthna> It's the least I could do. I would have come after you if your sister's boyfriend had bothered to tell me where you were. * Rhys pours Alranis a mug of the beer, and Lion a mug of ale. <Jelarthna> Hello Temire. How is Michelle holding up? <Lisl> ::smiles broadly at Lion:: Good to see you again, old friend! Where have you been hiding yourself of late? <Tyl> <grins> Bluestar... he's like that... <Temire> I haven't seen her in a few days. I came by to find out, but she isn't around. <Lion> ::turning to Lisl:: Shou Lung...again. But with a little help, this time. <Tyl> Aside from being convinced that no one can do anything better then he can... he wanted to chew me out about stretching my abilities anyway... <Lisl> ::perking up her ears to the conversation:: Sounds like I missed quite a ruckus. Did these things happen separately, or all at once as usual? <Lion> ::to Lisl:: Oh, pretty much all at once. You know how it goes, one thing leads to another. But things are all pretty much settled, now. ::smiles:: <Tyl> oh, it was quite a night... * Lion sips his ale. <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow at Lion:: Shou Lung? You've been all the way there and back already? ::grin:: That must've been some help. <Jelarthna> ::to Lion:: All of that trouble you were having is settled now? I'm glad to see you came out of it okay. <Lion> ::to Lisl:: Indeed it was--we took a, um, shortcut, this time. ::winks:: <Lisl> ::opening her eyes wide in mock innocence:: So you won't be diving out of windows for a Marsember mudbath again anytime soon? <Lion> ::to Lisl:: Yes, settled, thankfully. And more than a few nagging questions answered, too. <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: An interesting fellow. He's certainly direct. ::grins a bit:: * Alranis takes a sip from his mug. * Lion shakes his head. "Well, I wouldn't say that--see, now I have certain obligations to these friends, and well, they might just ask that sort of favor of me from time to time." <Tyl> He's certainly pissed off, is what he is... could not shut up about how his prize student shouldn't be risking herself over... <coughs> over something that's not her business * Temire blinks, "Why would you disobey your master?" <Jelarthna> ::shakes head a bit:: There's never anything ignoble about helping friends. Thank you again for that, by the way. I was willing to face the consequences, but I was not looking forward to it. <Lisl> ::grinning at Lion:: Oh, I see how it is. "Boris Kruth, international man of mystery"? * Lion chuckles. "Something of the sort, yes." He sips his ale. <Tyl> Bluestar is... not exactly a charitable fellow... <grins> <Temire> But he's your master. ::Temire appears thoroughly confused.:: * Lisl sips her 'kick. <Lisl> ::raises her eyebrow at Temire:: He's her teacher...she's not his slave, after all. <Tyl> ::gives Temire a stern look:: No... he's my *teacher*. There's a big difference, and one of the first things I learned from him was that it's up to me to employ my strengths as *I* see fit. <Jelarthna> That can be a tough lesson sometimes. <Tyl> Which does not mean he agrees with me on how my abilities are to be used... <Jelarthna> Rhys, could I have something to drink please? How about a light ale? * Zoya turns a page... * Lisl sips her 'kick. * Temire blinks, "If he's your teacher, and your his student, then he's your master, and you're his apprentice. So you should do what he tells you to because he knows better than you do, and he should teach you everything you need to know to make a living." <Rhys> Of course, Jelarthna. ::pours Jelarthna a light, tawny colored ale:: <Jelarthna> Thank you, Rhys. * Lion blinks at Temire. "A somewhat simple assessment." * Tyl takes a drink of rum and at Temire's comment, spits her rum all over the bar <Tyl> Oops... sorry Rhys... * Jelarthna takes his drink and goes over to sit by Zoya. <Tyl> That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard... who brainwashed you? <Lisl> ::shakes her head at Temire's statement:: Temire, let's put it this way...::clearing her throat:: * Temire is still thoroughly confused, "What do you mean?" <Lion> ::to Temire:: Speaking as a master smith, not all students are apprentices--each progresses and eventually needs to learn to express his or her own judgement. Hence, journeymen. <Jelarthna> Good evening, Zoya. How have things been going to past few weeks? I hope the gnomes haven't been causing too much trouble without me there teaching them during the day. <Zoya> ::distractedly, without looking up from her book:: mmm? <Lisl> If your master was a man, and you found yourself about to have a baby...would you follow all of his instructions on the proper way to have a baby? Do you really think he would know more about it than you? * Rhys quietly mops up the rum Tyl sprayed all over the bar. "No problem at all...." * Lion blinks at Lisl, looking a little confused. <Lion> That's not quite right, Lisl. <Jelarthna> I just wanted to apologize for disappearing with so little word. I had a responsibility that I've neglected to rush off and help Marta, and then after that I needed some time alone to think. <Temire> But don't journeymen travel around. I assumed that since Tyl had her own house, and was still with her teacher that she was still an apprentice. <Lion> No all journeymen travel, no. <Lisl> ::looking over at Lion:: My point is that master does not always know better than apprentice in *all* things. Would you disagree with that, then? <Lion> Some of mine do, some stay to help running the smith and teaching the apprentices. <Temire> ::To Lisl:: Of course not. That's what mothers and midwives are for. But Tyl was questioning her master's judgement about the very skills he taught her. <Zoya> ::turning a page in her book:: Mmm. <Lion> I wouldn't disagree, Lisl, but I don't believe we were discussing a situation involving general knowledge. <Tyl> Bluestar uses his abilities for one thing, I use mine for another... I went to him for learning psionics, not philosophy <Tyl> And I don't think, under many circumstances, that blindly following orders is a good idea. <Jelarthna> ::one side of his mouth comes up in a bit of a half-grin, and Jel peers over for a moment to see what Zoya is reading about, then walks back up to the bar:: * Lion looks at Tyl. "Well, simple skill knowledge without context or grounding can be quite dangerous." <Tyl> Your teacher should teach you how to think, not what to think... <Temire> But isn't it a masters responsibility to teach the apprentice to use their skills responsibly. Particularly with something dangerous like mind powers. <Lion> Well said. ::to Tyl:: <Lisl> ::cocking her head to one side:: Ahhh, I see your point. ::nodding at Tyl's statement, her look clearing:: That's more what I meant. <Tyl> A sword can be dangerous, and can also be used to hurt people... but which way it is used does not reflect on the blacksmith, wouldn't you agree, Lion? <Temire> But if you're disagreeing with your master, doesn't that prove that you haven't learned to think as well as he has? <Tyl> <laughs> only if I thought he was always right... <Temire> True, but the blacksmith is not the one who teaches someone how to use the sword. <Lisl> ::putting her 'kick down hurriedly to avoid spilling it, as she collapses over the bar laughing:: * Lion nods at Tyl's remark. "Yes, I would agree. Any tool is defined by its use, not in and of itself or by its maker." * Zoya turns a page, sighs, and closes the book. She looks around for a moment, blinking as she absorbs the conversation. <Jelarthna> And the use of a tool is entirely dependant on the wielder. I learned that long ago. <Lion> Our friend, ::nods to Temire:: makes a good point. <Lion> Again, we are wandering into inexact analogies. <Lisl> ::shooting an amused smile over her shoulder at Zoya:: Don't tell me you came here expecting quiet? <Tyl> Bluestar is an elf, just as I am... he has his flaws, his good points, his bad points, his little quirks. He is just as fallible as I... * Temire smiles at Lion. <Lion> However, ::to Temire:: let's then consider a master swordsman. <Zoya> ::grins at Lisl:: Not at all. Though even this discussion is quieter than my 'gnomes in full swing. <Tyl> I do not believe that his being in love with my younger sister is the act of a sensible man. <Jelarthna> ::to Lion:: Like Jaret? ::grins:: <Temire> But doesn't he know more, which means he's better able to make decisions and see the proper way of doing things? <Lion> Yes, ::to Jel:: like Jaret. <Lisl> ::shuddering a trifle:: Thankfully, I can't imagine that sort of noise. ::grin:: <Zoya> ::curiously:: What *are* they arguing about? I sort of... Came in late. <Jelarthna> ::to Lisl:: Oh, they can raise quite a ruckus when they get going. <Lion> ::to Temire:: But what kind of things is my point. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name? We cannot assume a master swordsman is wiser about life in general, or that he is morally superior, or in a better position in anything other than his skill. <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl, somewhat oddly:: Love doesn't seem to come or go as one wishes, though. Perhaps you're being a little too hard on him? * Temire blinks at Tyl, "What's wrong with your teacher being in love with your sister. I'd think that would be a good thing. Now you're assured of employment and not dependent on finding a husband to support you." <Lion> No, we can say a _wise_ teacher does have some life wisdom, but a skilled and experience teacher is not necessarily a wise teacher, though the reverse is usually true. * Jelarthna sits up and blinks in surprise at Temire's comment. * Zoya turns to stare at Temire, then turns resolutely back, shaking her head. <Tyl> Oh, I'm not accusing him of anything that I haven't done, Jelarthna... when I say he's not being sensible, I say it from the point of view of someone who is also not sensible about who she's chosen to love. Which doesn't make it any easier * Lion groans at Temire's last comment. * Alranis takes a sip from his mug. <Lisl> Hmmm...well, Temire here ::nodding her head to the girl:: seems to have the notion that Tyl should obey all of Bluestar's commands without question. At least, that's the impression I'm getting. Tyl's of her own mind on the issue of how she uses her powers. <Lion> ::to Lisl:: I'm confused--are this Bluestar's edicts concerning the use of her powers or her life in general? You seem to be indicating both...::raises an eyebrow:: * Jelarthna looks at Tyl for a moment, looks about to say something, and takes a drink from his mug instead. <Temire> So how does an apprentice, who knows nothing, know if they have a wise master or simply an experienced master? And wouldn't either master make better judgements concerning the use of the skills they are imparting to the apprentice? <Lisl> ::grinning at Lion and shrugging her shoulders:: I'm confused, as well. <Lion> A good question, Temire. For the early part of an apprenticeship, either kind of master will do. By the time the difference matters, the pupil is usually far enough along to make the discrimination. <Tyl> ::frowns:: I don't believe anyone "knows nothing" unless they are only an infant <Temire> No, Tyl has to make her own decisions concerning her life. But Bluestar should know better about using the powers that he's taught Tyl to use. * Lion nods to Tyl. "Another excellent point." <Lisl> ::raising her eyebrow at Temire:: An apprentice, at least, has a conscience. If the apprentice listens to her conscience as well as her master, and watches what he does as well as what he says, she may learn if he is wise or not. <Jelarthna> ::mutters softly:: sometimes I feel that I don't know anything... <Lion> ::to Temire:: Most apprentices are also placed by their family, so they aren't always making the choice on their own. And the family will rely on past experience, maybe having apprenticed older siblings in the same profession, and word of mouth around the community. <Tyl> ::gives Jelarthna a sidelong glance and finishes off her rum:: <Temire> So, since Tyl's family apprenticed her to Bluestar, she should trust his judgement about how to use her powers. * Lion frowns at Temire. "Usually, I would say that to be true--up to a point." * Lion sips his ale. <Tyl> ::grinds her teeth together and slams her empty glass back on to the bar:: Can I have another? ::to Rhys:: <Zoya> ::Zoya obviously cannot stay out of the discussion any longer:: There is a difference between a teacher - who is expected to teach their subject of expertise, and nothing else - and the master of an apprentice - who might be expected to share not only their primary skill, but also a bit of their philosophy and life lessons. A master is closer to a parent than a teacher, and as such has much greater authority. <Lisl> ::smiling a little as she sips her 'kick:: I don't think Tyl is "most apprentices", here. ::glancing at Tyl's tight expression. * Rhys picks up the glass and soothes it. "Of course." He refills Tyl's glass with rum & ice. <Tyl> Actually, Bluestar sought me out... I had already been out in the world for more then twenty years before I began study under him... * Alranis frowns at his empty mug slightly, and pushes it across the bar. "A refill, please." <Lion> ::turns to Zoya:: But what of a master who abuses that position? This seems to be what everyone is implying of Bluestar. <Jelarthna> ::looks around at the people discussing this heavy topic for a moment and move over near to Alranis:: Greetings, Alranis. How have you been, I haven't seen you in some time. * Alranis shrugs. It's been a while. I've been busy. Nothing I can talk about. <Zoya> ::to Lion:: Has Bluestar abused his position? I seem to have missed some part of the conversation. ::looks with concern at Tyl:: <Lion> ::to Tyl:: While, then there seem to be extenuating circumstances. <Temire> ::To Zoya:: Then why does Jaret spend so much time on the Gentlemen's Code in the classes he teaches. None of the students are his apprentices? <Jelarthna> Nothing too serious I hope. Got any good stories? I could use something a bit less heavy now... I've had a little too much heavy in my life recently. * Rhys refills Alranis's mug with some Weiders. "Sorry." <Lion> Were I to seek out a student at so late an age, it would be because of his or her raw talent. And I would have to respect that student's experience in the world. Not an easy position for most master craftsmen used to molding their apprentices from a very tender age. <Tyl> ::grins at Zoya, a little forced:: No, I was merely telling Jel that Bluestar gave me a royal reaming for using a skill I'm not particularly good at for a cause he considers less then vital. <Lisl> ::having another thought:: What would you say, Temire, about someone whose skills are self-taught? * Lion nods, understanding dawning. * Temire blinks at Lisl, "Self-taught?" <Lion> Well, as a teacher and a master, I can agree with part of your, ::nods to Tyl:: master's reasoning, if not all of it. <Zoya> ::to Temire:: I have not taken any lessons from Sir Malkier, but I presume that he considers his Gentleman's Code to be a part of the fencing he teaches. Students who disagree are free to abandon their lessons if they have not been apprenticed. <Tyl> Well, I think it would have been different if I had made the same mistake attempting to do something he approves of... <Lisl> ::chuckling:: Jaret's an...unusual case, for a teacher. Jaret himself is a gentleman, and considers the Code as much a part of fencing as the blade itself. <Jelarthna> ::nods a bit at Zoya's comment:: <Lion> Really? That is the mark of a less than wise master. <Lion> ::the last said to Tyl:: <Jelarthna> [heh heh. wanna say that to jaret's face, lion? ;)] <Lion> [sure, I'm always game for a _good_ sparring match. (;<] <Tyl> I never said Bluestar was wise... but he is a very good psionic... and I have learned many things from him... <Zoya> ::looks relieved at Tyl's explanation and turns back to Lion:: That doesn't sound like abuse. That sounds like a master grown fond of a student who disagrees with the student's assessment of her abilities, or perhaps her use of them. ::shrugs:: I believe that falls under the master's role as parent, rather than teacher. ::grins:: I gave my own Master much despair, in my time. <Lion> Well, then, ::to Tyl:: unless he is threatening to stop teaching you, I would say simply agree to disagree on the moral issues. ::shrugs:: I do fault him for conflating them with objective lessons, though. <Lisl> ::going back to the self-taught comment:: Yes...if a person is self-taught in a skill, one would suppose that that person can use her own judgement for the use of the skill. <Lion> ::to Lisl:: Of those that _can_ be self taught, how many skills can be mastered the same way? <Temire> What do you mean, "self-taught?" How could anyone learn something on their own? <Lion> ::to Lisl:: And, to me, mastery enfolds "wise and proper" use of the skill. <Tyl> I would say that, once a certain level of maturity is reached, a person should use their own judgment for most things... I saw a magic student the other say with a slogan... "what would Elminster do?" Does it matter... the question is "What are *you* going to do?" <Zoya> ::smiles at Temire:: Child, there are *many* things that you can learn on your own. It's a hard way to learn, but I've heard that for many lessons, it is the best way, and for many more - the ONLY way. * Lion nods to Tyl. "Any good master releases one of the final lessons he can impart to a student is self sufficiency." <Temire> But...How? <Lisl> ::grinning at Lion:: Well, I admit I'm still working at it, but you must admit that there are *some* things I can do that no one has taught me. ::eyes gleaming faintly yellow as she winks:: <Jelarthna> ::still listening, nods at Zoya's comment:: <Lisl> Trial and error. Experimentation. :grinning:: Right, Zoya? <Eljorin> ::A certain tall, stocky man from the Moonshaes walks through the front door, ducking subconsciously as he enters the Hall. He smiles and slowly takes in the crowd before wandering over to the bar:: Good evening... ::he pauses for a moment, then smiles:: Rhys, wasn't it? * Temire looks to Zoya. <Zoya> ::smile widens to a grin:: I'm sure there are things you've learned on your own, child. For instance: You've learned just in the last hour that Master Kruth, here, is a master blacksmith, and that I was a difficult student, and that a simple question may not be so simple to answer, eh? <Rhys> ::looking up:: Good evening, Eljorin of the Moonshaes. Ale? <Tyl> ::nearly leaps out of her chair:: ELJORIN! HI! <Lion> ::to Lisl:: True--but you have to admit you are an exception to the rule. With enough time, anyone can advance as far as you have. And with a _lot_ of trial and error that learning from a master would make unnecessary or at least, less self destructive. <Jelarthna> ::glances at the Moonshaen [is that the word? :)]:: Good evening, Eljorin. <Eljorin> ::jumps back slightly as Tyl jumps towards him:: Well met, Tyl'gainia... <Temire> ::To Zoya:: But none of that's stuff I can use to make a living. * Lion looks the stranger up and down, then nods and smiles. <Lisl> ::shrugging self-deprecatingly:: Well, I *have* had a lot of time. And yes, it would, perhaps, have been easier to learn things from a master...if such exists. But I never said it was a simple way...just a way. * Alranis nods. <Eljorin> ::nods to Jel, and looks at Tyl, confused:: Is there something I can help you with, or can it wait for a moment or two, lass? <Temire> ::It's clear that several of the pillars Temire has built her world view upon have been shaken.:: <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head at Temire:: All knowledge has power, it's just learning to use it, sometimes to accept it... <Lion> ::to Lisl, with a grin:: There are always many paths leading to the same destination. <Tyl> Oh, I'm just happy to see you... it's been a while... <Zoya> ::grin widens:: You never know. I make a good living learning things that are obscure and seem useless. But your point is well taken. Still, there are other skills that can be self-taught. If you took a sword, and swung it at a target long enough, then you'd probably eventually teach yourself enough to get by for a while. <Eljorin> ::chuckles:: Thanks, Tyl. It has been a long time... <Tyl> ::tosses Rhys a coin:: Eljorin's first drink's on me... <Eljorin> ::turns back towards Rhys:: Ale'd be fine. <Eljorin> ::to Tyl:: You needn't pay, lass... <Rhys> ::opens a palm, the coin tumbles into his grasp:: Ale it is. <Lisl> ::looking over her shoulder at the newcomer as she lifts her mug for another sip:: Wow. ::softly:: I pity his mother in birthing *him*... <Jelarthna> Um, Zoya... that wouldn't be such a good idea. * Temire blinks at Zoya, "People can learn to fight that way?" <Jelarthna> ::snorts a bit at Lisl's comment:: <Zoya> If you listened behind enough doors, you'd probably hear secrets enough to blackmail yourself a fine living, though I understand that sort of lifestyle leads to a certain amount of danger... What? They certainly *can*. It probably won't lead to the most elegant fighting style, but they *will* learn to swing the sword and hit things. * Lion chuckles at Lisl's comment and drains his mug. <Lisl> ::smiling wryly:: Fear's a pretty good instructor, also. People can teach themselves how to do all sorts of things, drive themselves to great lengths, when they're frightened or desperate. <Lisl> ::sipping:: But I wouldn't recommend that as a general lifestyle. <Lion> ::to Rhys, indicating his empty mug:: Can I get another, please? <Jelarthna> Swinging a sword at inanimate objects is not the same as using it fight. Just because you can chop down a tree does not mean you can fight with an ax. Anyone can learn to use a club, but there is a great deal more involved in using any more complicated weapon. <Eljorin> ::looks at Lisl, and raises an eyebrow:: <Rhys> ::to Lion:: Of course. ::pours him another ale:: * Temire puts her head in her hands and rests her elbows on the bar, "I'm confused." <Rhys> ::pours Eljorin his ale, too:: <Lisl> One can also learn without formal apprenticeship and instruction...a swordswoman I know learned her art from simply watching others, and trying it herself, as none would teach her. * Lion sips his ale and sighs in contentment. <Jelarthna> Life is like that sometimes... far too often, actually... ::trails off:: <Lion> ::to Temire:: That's a good sign, then. ::winks:: <Tyl> ::turns to Jel:: Is there something bothering you, my friend, aside from this conversation, that is? <Lisl> [she sees Eljorin's eyebrow and raises him another] ::smiles and raises her mug before taking another drink:: <Zoya> ::nods at Jel's statement:: Granted. But the basics are there. Forget close-in weapons - you can quite easily learn to shoot a bow or fire a crossbow that way. <Lion> Again, Lisl, I would have to say such a woman is exceptional, not her circumstances. <Jelarthna> ::to Lisl:: That's different, and much more doable. I've learned a few things that way myself. <Eljorin> ::picks up his ale, and takes a long drink before returning it to a neutral position, in front of him, but not too far from his unsuspecting mouth...:: <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: Yes, actually. There is quite a lot on my mind right now. <Tyl> Anything I can help with, or lend an ear for? <Lisl> ::nodding to Lion:: It, again, is a more difficult way, but I've heard of teachers who instruct purely by example in the same manner. They believe that action is the only true teacher. <Jelarthna> Probably. A lot has happened recently, and there are things going on that I... I... ::softly, his left hand going almost unconsciously to his right arm:: am scared of. <Lion> I've encountered that school of thought. ::to Lisl:: However, it doesn't work well for all students. <Lisl> ::smiling somewhat nostalgically:: In fact, my mother began my training that way. She told me later that she didn't well expect a wildchild like me to sit and *listen* to her lessons. ::chuckling:: <Tyl> ::blinks:: Well, I won't push, since you don't want to talk about it... but I'm here, if you need a sympathetic listener... <Lion> ::chuckles:: However, Lisl, if you _weren't_ such a wild child, do you think she'd have taught you the same way? <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl, somewhat quietly:: How much do you know about that big demon incident and what happened to my arm a while back? <Tyl> ::shrugs:: some... Zoya told me... <Eljorin> ::looks over at Lisl and Lion, and sticks his head slightly in their direction:: Excuse me, sorry to intrude, but do ye mind if I ask you what you're discussing... <Lisl> ::narrowing her eyes in thought:: Hmmm...actually, I think she would. At least, I *hope* she would. She trained me to be very observant, to learn from my environment, and that was a more valuable lesson to me later than any of the others... <Lion> ::to Eljorin:: I'm Lion, by the way. ::extends a hand:: I don't believe we've met. ::smiles:: We were just discussing the merits of different teaching styles. <Zoya> ::to Temire:: Admittedly, teaching yourself isn't the best way, all the time. If you teach yourself something, you have to go through all the steps that a teacher could lead you past - you have to make mistakes that a teacher could show you how to avoid. But I've known people who don't *understand* the mistakes until they make them themselves. <Jelarthna> Well, something very nasty was put into my arm; a evil and magical force that was corrupting and taking over my body a bit at a time, and it was also doing the same to my soul. If not for Jaret, Moon Dancer, Michelle, and Zoya I ::shudder:: would have been completely consumed by it. <Eljorin> ::takes Lion's hand:: Eljorin, of the Moonshaes. I don't think we... ::again, gets quiet, and squints at Lion:: <Lion> ::to Lisl:: Okay, say she was teaching _me_, say about a year ago. Do you think she would have needed to teach me to be observant of my environment? Might she have taught me differently, as a different sort of student? <Tyl> <forces a cheerful smile> well, that's what friends are for, right? <Jelarthna> We managed to force it out once we defeated the man that started it, but there are still remnants, and I hadn't given it much thought until a couple of weeks ago. <Lisl> ::nodding to El from Lion's other side:: Lisl Ferinsdottir. Which grew out of a discussion of the powers a master should be able to exercise over an apprentice. <Eljorin> Are you sure we haven't met, Lion? <Eljorin> ::nods to Lisl:: Well met. An interesting discussion, if I may say so. Quite. <Temire> ::To Zoya:: So how do I know if Master Yohko is a good master? How do I know that I shouldn't let my parents arrange a marriage for me? I just don't understand anything anymore. <Jelarthna> ::nods to Tyl:: Indeed, and I owe you all much, including the measure of happiness I've managed to find in myself and in the worlds I've visited. <Lion> ::to El:: Pretty sure--you don't _look_ familiar. Maybe in passing? ::shrugs:: <Eljorin> ::shrugs:: Perhaps... <Zoya> ::eyes narrow slightly:: Is that what this is about? Your parents are arranging a marriage for you? <Eljorin> ::shakes his head:: You're not a blacksmith are you? <Lisl> ::grinning at Lion:: Well, unless the eye thing was all a Shou Lung trick, I well imagine she'd have to. But that was my original argument, anyway. There are many different styles, and not all perfectly suit all people. Not everyone learns in the same way. <Tyl> You don't *owe* any of us anything... what we do for our friends is not something that is a debt... the sorts of things, that we have done for each other, are beyond the ability to repay, except in the friendship itself/ <Jelarthna> But when I brought Viscount Truesilver here... I *hated* him. A couple of times there I think the only reason I didn't strike him down was because I wanted to see him face Marta and to suffer. I was just a touch away from loosing control, and I felt... -it- stirring in my arm. <Lion> Mm, okay, guess I got caught up in the way you were making your point. ::to Lisl:: It seemed like you were advocating one style over another, not necessarily illustrating several, generally valid ones. <Tyl> <frowns a little> I wondered... you did seem very hostile... <Lisl> Interesting, yes. But don't think we're this philosophical all the time. Well, maybe he his. ::nodding to Lion and grinning slightly:: <Jelarthna> ::nods to Tyl, and smiles just a bit:: I understand that, and I mean it only as an expression, not a debt. <Lion> ::to El:: A smith? Yes, yes I am. <Temire> Yes, no...I'm just so confused. ::Puts her head down on the bar.:: <Eljorin> ::Smiles to Lion:: I thought so... ::looks timid as he says...:: But weren't you blind? <Lisl> ::turning her head slightly, pointed ear twitching, and shooting a brief look of concern in Jel's direction:: <Zoya> ::pats Temire on the arm:: Tell me about it. <Jelarthna> Don't get me wrong; I have hated, and with some passion before. And I've never felt completely justified about it. But now... not I'm scared to hate or be angry. <Lion> ::chuckles, smiling at Eljorin to let him know that he hasn't just put his foot in it big time:: Yes, I was, until recently. <Tyl> ::returns his smile:: yes, but I wanted to make sure... friendship is one of the most recent things I've discovered in my life. It's value is very new to me... <Eljorin> ::smiles broadly, more than a little relieved:: Excellent! I never forget a face, and I was sure we had met. In fact, I think there was something I was meaning to ask of you... <Temire> I don't know...Nothing seems to make any sense...I thought I'd found something that made sense...And then all of you tell me I shouldn't trust her. <Lion> ::to El:: Really? ::takes a sip:: <Jelarthna> ::looks a bit nostalgic:: I learned that lessen here, many years ago. <Zoya> ::frowns:: Shouldn't trust who? <Jelarthna> It's a good one - don't let it get away from you. <Temire> Master Yohko. <Lisl> ::shaking her head:: I, at least, never said you shouldn't trust your master...just that you shouldn't stop *thinking* just because you trust your master. <Eljorin> ::to Lion:: Aye, but it's just a minor job. Plenty of time to discuss it during business hours. Don't let me interrupt anymore... ::waves his hand, ushering them back into their conversation:: <Lisl> It's not generally wise to put your life entirely into another's hands, without question. <Lion> ::to El:: Very well. <Zoya> We didn't say you shouldn't trust her! Just that you shouldn't blindly follow everywhere she leads. What's good for one person may not be good for another - our point was that you need to think for yourself, but we didn't mean that you should completely disregard your teachers' advice! <Lion> ::nods to Lisl:: That, indeed, is the crux, I think. <Temire> What choice did I have? Master Yohko was the only person who'd take me as an apprentice without my parents consent, and they just wanted to marry me off. <Tyl> I'm afraid I don't know much about demons and possession and those sorts of things... but perhaps, it's like a sickness, one that takes a while to be totally gone... <Lisl> ::nodding agreement with Zoya:: Yohko is a good person...::smiling to herself a little:: and has plenty of life experience, but she can't live your life *for* you. * Lion sips his ale. <Zoya> ::sighs:: Well, if your parents wanted you to marry, and you knew you didn't - then by leaving them you've already learned your first lesson. <Eljorin> ::finishes his first ale in one quick gulp, and places the mug back on the bar:: Another, Rhys, if you please, and when you have the time. <Rhys> I happen to have the time right now. ::refills the ale:: <Jelarthna> To some degree, that does seem to be the case. I do not believe it will come back as it was; there was an actively maintained spell involved against me supported both by a powerful madman and to some extent by a god. <Tyl> Jelarthna, this may seem less then serious, but what is it about you that attracts so much trouble... ::makes a strange smile and finishes off her rum:: <Jelarthna> It may just be my conscience - I can't detect any remnants, and I do know what to look for now. But whatever it is, I feel a lot less certain about things, and I am definitely a little scared. <Eljorin> ::takes his mug back, and smiles to Rhys:: Thank you, Rhys. Prompt and courteous, as always... <Lisl> ::upending her mug and finishing the last of the 'kick:: Hmmmm....::peering into the mug thoughtfully:: I've a long road and an early morning coming...a cup of tea, if you please, Rhys? <Temire> But how do I know that I've made the right choice. Both Master Yohko and my parents know so much more than I do, and they both tell me different things, and then all of you tell me that I'm suppose to decide for myself, but how do I do that if I don't know anything? <Rhys> Certainly. ::begins to get cup & etc. for Lisl's tea:: <Jelarthna> ::shakes his head and smiles a little ruefully:: Why, do you want some of it? <Eljorin> ::looks at Lisl:: Now, I may have met Lion there, but I know you and I haven't had a moment to acquaint ourselves, Lisl Ferinsdottir... <Tyl> ::blinks at him:: Trouble? No... helping you with yours will satisfy me. I was just wondering... was there a comet when you were born or something? <Zoya> ::sighs sadly:: I'm afraid we've come to another lesson, child. And that is: You don't know, ever, for certain, if you've made the right choice. You pick the choice that seems best to you at the time, and if it turns out later to be a mistake, you do your best to fix it and move on. <Eljorin> ::reaches into his pouch, and pulls out a few silver:: Rhys, make sure Milady Ferinsdottir here doesn't pay for anything else this evening, if you please. <Lisl> You know some things...you at least know what *you* want, for now. And the best way, perhaps, is to listen not only to what they say, but what they don't say-- the reasons behind their advice to you. <Temire> But what if it's too late to fix it when you find out that it's a mistake? * Rhys looks at the silver, Eljorin, Lisl, and then smiles slightly. "of course." <Tyl> ::glances over at Temire:: You cope, sweetie... life doesn't come with an instruction manual... <Jelarthna> There may have been, I don't know. In some ways, it's been a good thing. I wouldn't have met any of you and I don't seem to get bored much. <Temire> How do you cope? <Zoya> There are some who find their life's calling, and it speaks to them so loudly that they have no doubt. But most of us - we do the best we can with what we've got. As we get older, our experience teaches us. If it's too late, then you square your shoulders and keep going. As long as you did the best you could, then there are no regrets. <Lisl> ::glancing at Jel again, eyes narrowed, and rubbing her neck, murmuring very softly: "That boy and I need to have a talk, and soon, I think...:: ::looking up at Eljorin and smiling:: That's quite kind of you, milord. What is it you'd wish to know of me? <Jelarthna> Well said, Zoya. <Eljorin> ::shakes his head, realizing he's interrupting again:: No, no, no. It can wait, milady... * Lion sips his ale. <Zoya> Different people cope in different ways. Some people run away - literally or figuratively. Some throw themselves into the mistake with all their will and try to force it to be the right thing. Some suffer quietly. Some refuse to ever accept the idea that it's too late, and rail forever against the mistake. <Tyl> Some look for redemption... <Lion> ::at Zoya's comment:: Any _constructive_ choices? <Jelarthna> ::smiles slightly at Zoya's speech:: At least I know where I fit into that... * Temire shakes her head, her face still hidden in her arms, "How do you survive, being this unsure of yourself? Never knowing what to do at any moment. Hell, I can't even figure out what to drink." <Lisl> ::shaking her head:: As I said, I'm no philosopher. I'd be just as happy to talk to you as others. So, for fear of sounding trite...what brings you here? <Tyl> ::laughs:: sorry, Temire... can't help it... that's just funny... <Zoya> ::laugh:: Poor child. But that's a good place to start. You've had some advice on the matter - what *not* to drink, yes? ::winks at Lisl:: Then close your eyes and pick something. ::grins:: If it turns out to be a mistake, then you'll have taught yourself not to have that drink again. <Tyl> :: turns back to Jel :: Have you tried talking to any good gods about your problem? <Lisl> ::chuckling lightly, murmuring:: Better than the ones who are so sure of themselves they never listen to any ideas other than their own... <Eljorin> ::smiles at Lisl:: Business, actually. But honestly, I don't want to interrupt... <Temire> Third tap from the left. <Jelarthna> Oh, it was Zoya's patron deity that helped to protect me and push the "infection" out. It was mostly magical, and everything that likely could have been done was. <Zoya> There we are, Rhys! The young lady will have whatever is in the third tap from the left! ::winks at him:: * Lion sips his ale. <Lisl> ::shaking her head with a grin:: If you never interrupted in this place, you'd never get a word in edgewise. ::smiling:: Tho' it's a novelty to meet a polite person every so often. <Tyl> Then, I guess, we will just have to wait it out and see what happens. But maybe you should not go *looking* for more trouble... ::smiles:: <Zoya> ::more seriously:: Some people can't ever cope with the endless array of choices. Those people find others to tell them what to do: Their parents, their spouses, their gods... And many of those people are very content with that choice. <Rhys> Very well. ::scoops up an unsuspecting mug, deposits it under the third tap from the left (bottom row), and pours. A thick, dark blue liquid runs out of the tap and into the mug. Rhys places it in front of Temire.:: Here you are. <Zoya> ::looks suspiciously at the blue liquid, but shrugs:: <Lisl> And then there's the old ritual standby...::pointing her finger at a jar in the middle of the row of teas, and counting down them, reciting the "eeny meeny miny moe" rhyme. <Jelarthna> I don't actually *look* for trouble! It just seems to know where I am most of the time. <Eljorin> ::nods slightly to Lisl:: Thank you. I'm starting to get the feeling you're right about interrupting... * Temire looks into her mug, her eyes a little bloodshot. "Is this one of those mistakes I'm suppose to teach myself from?" <Eljorin> [All the Hall's Patrons, from all time, in unison: "YES."] <Jelarthna> ::looks over at Temire:: Is that the blue stuff that got Zoya hyper? <Zoya> ::smiles gently at her:: You don't *have* to. If you'd rather, someone else will taste it for you and give you their advice - but then, you have to decide whether to follow that advice. <Lisl> ::grinning at El as her finger lights on a variety of large-leafed green tea:: I'll have that one, please, Rhys. Go ahead, Milord Eljorin. Be a little rude and pushy. It generally works for me. ::chuckling:: <Tyl> ::gives Jel a wry glance:: Sometimes, I doubt that very much, Jel... * Temire picks up the mug and jugs it down...Or at least tries to...the liquid seems a tad to viscous for such an endeavor. <Eljorin> ::smiles at Lisl:: Well, in that case, I will... * Temire puts the mug back down on the bar, making several humorous faces as she chokes her drink down, several shudders running the length of her body and threatening to unseat her. <Eljorin> Considering that I know what Lion does, what do you do here in Marsember? * Rhys begins steeping Lisl's tea. * Alranis takes a sip from his mug. <Temire> Water, ::Temire chokes out:: <Zoya> ::laughs delightedly:: Ah-ha! Not only did she recognize a mistake, but she knew immediately how to fix it! * Lion sips his ale. <Rhys> Of course. ::pours Temire a mug of water:: <Jelarthna> ::sighs a little:: Well, it's not that bad all the time. It just seems like it far too often. I do wonder why it keeps seeming like I'm involved in the genesis of so much of the odd going on around here. You would think that other people would occasionally start things. <Lisl> Hm. Good question. ::scratching her head:: I suppose that when I'm *in* Marsember, I'm on vacation of sorts. I'm an adventurer by trade...while I'm in town, I turn the occasional coin by hunting game for the local butchers, but I don't really need to, I suppose. <Jelarthna> Or is it just that no one is telling me? ::grins ruefully:: * Temire chugs the water down, looking much happier after doing so. "So what is safe to drink here?" <Eljorin> ::looks rather cautiously at Temire and shakes his head:: <Tyl> ::gives Jel a very stern glare:: um, excuse me, but I don't think you've had anything at all to do with my vampire enemies... <Lisl> ::grinning at Temire, calling out:: I think you just drank it. ::indicating her glass of water:: <Eljorin> ::nods his head:: Adventurer by trade? Not the healthiest of professions, if I might say so... <Zoya> AND! ::holds up one finger importantly:: She has learned yet *another* lesson! It is dangerous to select a drink at random from the Hall, and asking for suggestions is probably the wisest course! <Jelarthna> ::breathes a sigh of relief:: That's true! And I wasn't even there when Bai tried to burn down your house. Maybe I've just been getting a little too wrapped up in myself lately. <Zoya> ::grins at Temire:: You're a bit young for ale and meade, so I might suggest - water, tea, or fruit juice. Depending, of course, on your personal tastes and opinions. <Tyl> ::to Zoya:: What about that green bubbly stuff that Curdswell drinks? <Lisl> ::ears perking up at Jel's comment:: Hey! I incited enough trouble in my day, thank you! It's someone else's turn. ::looking back at Eljorin:: True enough. But I'm still alive, and it keeps the adrenaline moving. ::winking:: I'm older than I look. <Zoya> ::considers Tyl's suggestion:: I don't know... That seems to have some peculiar side effects... Well, maybe. If she's up for another experiment, she could try Mist of the Peaks. <Eljorin> ::raises an eyebrow:: Surely not. I'd not put you as much older than, say, your late twenties. Early thirties, if you insisted... <Tyl> ::back to Jel:: see, not everything that goes wrong is screwed up because of you. You had nothing to do with my sister coming in to town, or Bluestar deciding to marry her... <Jelarthna> ::grins slightly at Tyl:: Are you sure about that? * Temire thinks for a moment, "I don't think I can afford fruit juice or tea. I just hope I'm not making another mistake by assuming that Mistress Michelle wouldn't work in a place where the water isn't safe to drink. * Lion sips his ale. <Tyl> I'm pretty sure ::smiles:: <Zoya> ::smiles:: Oh, the first drink is always free, here. I think I can persuade Rhys here that that first one didn't really count... ::grins at Rhys:: <Rhys> ::to Temire:: Your first real drink is on the house. * Lion finishes his ale and yawns. <Lisl> ::touching the point of one of her ears [I should mention she's obviously not *full* elven] Nope. I'm a bit older than that, I'm afraid, but ::prim look:: a lady never tells. <Jelarthna> Temire, don't worry about the cost of the drinks. I can cover you pretty easily. <Eljorin> ::smiles at Lisl:: Nor would I expect you to, milady... <Jelarthna> ::laughs at Lisl's comment:: <Tyl> See ::grins:: there you go... looking for trouble again... * Lion stands and stretches expansively, popping several joints. <Temire> Umm...What's a good fruit? I've only ever had apples and grapes. <Jelarthna> What? I'm just offering to pay for her drinks. how can that cause trouble? <Eljorin> ::smiles at Lion:: Now, THAT sounded like it felt good... <Lisl> ::giving Jel a wounded look:: What!? * Lion grins back at El. "Yep." <Zoya> Well, since you're being cautious just now, you could ask for apple or grape juice... I personally like berry juices. <Temire> ::To Jel:: No...Master Yohko said...That is...I think Master Yohko wants me to learn to be able to pay my own way. <Tyl> How are you sure it won't? ::laughs:: I'm only teasing you... <Jelarthna> ::stand up and bows to Lisl:: Nothing, m'lady. ::smiles at her:: <Lion> Well, I think I'm going to head home. ::waves to all:: <Jelarthna> ::to Temire:: Ah, I see. We all have to learn sometime. Consider this a one-time offer, then. <Eljorin> ::to Lion, as he starts to leave:: My good smith! What hour do you open in the morning? * Alranis takes a sip from his mug. <Lisl> ::wrinkles her nose at Jel:: And you say you don't look for trouble! ::turning to wave at Lion:: Sleep sweet, Lion! Don't be such a stranger, ay? <Temire> ::To Zoya:: But if it's free...Oh, that would be selfish wouldn't it. <Zoya> ::waves at the bar:: He said the first one was free. Take your pick. <Jelarthna> A lady would never cause trouble, Lisl. <Jelarthna> Good night, Lion. * Temire stands and curtseys to Lion, "Thank you for your advise sir." <Lion> ::to El:: Early--come on by whenever you like, someone will be about. <Lisl> Well, I never claimed to be a lady. ::grins:: I just said that *a* lady never tells. <Lion> ::to Lisl:: Hopefully I'll be in town for a while--we'll see. <Jelarthna> ::to Tyl:: I know. I need it sometimes... <Eljorin> ::smiles at Lion:: Excellent! Tomorrow morning, then... * Lion bows to Temire. "You are most welcome." <Eljorin> ::smiles evilly at Lisl:: So, how old are you, then? <Rhys> Last call, ladies and gentlemen. * Lion disappears out into the night. <Eljorin> ::drinks a bit of his ale before placing the half-empty mug back on the bar:: <Eljorin> ::to Rhys:: Rhys, do you have any rooms available, for about a week? * Temire blinks at Rhys, "Oh...I'll try something next time then. I should probably get back home. The guard probably has orders to return me to my parents." <Lisl> ::demurely sipping her tea:: You wouldn't believe me if I told you. ::a yellow twinkle in her eye:: <Jelarthna> The guard? <Eljorin> ::turns to Lisl, and smiles:: And, if I may walk you to your abode, milady? ::stands, extends an arm, and looks back at Rhys:: <Tyl> See... there you go again... looking for trouble... * Alranis drains his mug, and pushes it across the bar. "Guess I'd better go." He drops a couple coins on the counter. <Rhys> Good night Eljorin. We have plenty of rooms. Just knock twice at the door when you return. <Rhys> Good night, Alranis. * Alranis stands and slips out the door. <Eljorin> ::smiles at Lisl:: Believe you? If there's one thing me da told me, it's never trust a woman when she tells you her age... <Temire> Yeah. My parents were really upset when Master Yohko took me as her apprentice. Kept clamoring to the guards and the wizards guild and anyone else who'd listen that she was a witch and in league with Cyric and that she was abducting me to corrupt her to her evil desires. <Eljorin> ::nods:: Aye, I will. Many thanks, Rhys... <Jelarthna> What? I mean- I'm not- She mentioned the guard. I was just wondering is there was something I could help with. <Lisl> Oh, well then, I can lie or speak truth with impunity. ::rising and standing to finish her cuppa:: <Tyl> *we* will walk you home, if you want, Temire... ::gives Jel a mock stern look:: * Jelarthna blinks <Eljorin> ::with a wink:: Of course. It's the prerogative of a woman, is it not? <Lisl> ::chuckles at Jel's confusion:: * Jelarthna finishes his drink and absently sets a small pouch on the counter * Rhys looks at the pouch. "What's that for? You had one mug of ale." <Lisl> In that case...::smiling:: I'm...three hundred and ninety....three. ::grinning:: <Temire> Um...I'm not sure if I should or not. Master Yohko says...that is, I think she wants me to learn to defend myself, but having friends is important to isn't it? <Eljorin> ::smiles, 'playing along':: Are ye, now lass? That'd make me... Four thousand and sixteen, no? <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Rhys:: I know, but you wouldn't want to disregard my hard work in sorting coins into all of those little pouches I leave here, would you? <Tyl> Yes, friends are very important... ::looks at Jelarthna with a strange pain in her eyes:: and I can teach you about sneaking, while we go... if you want... <Zoya> One more lesson, child: Part of defending yourself is not inviting unnecessary attacks. <Eljorin> ::walks to the door, and holds it open for Lisl:: Coming, my new old friend? <Zoya> Let them escort you home. <Lisl> ::grinning, the yellow twinkle still evident, and widening her eyes:: Milord, you're incredibly well-preserved! <Rhys> Very well, Jelarthna. ::scoops up the pouch:: I think you're running in the black here now. <Jelarthna> ::to Temire:: We'll just talk some more about life's lessons on the way. <Eljorin> ::to Lisl:: And you, milady! You don't look a day over two hundred! <Tyl> ::to Jel and Temire:: Shall we skulk? I haven't skulked in such a long time... * Temire thinks for a moment, "So you're saying that I shouldn't wonder around alone when I have friends to be with, but that I should be able to defend myself when my friends aren't around?" <Jelarthna> ::to Rhys:: I have to be somewhere, right? <Zoya> ::smiles broadly:: Exactly! <Jelarthna> Skulk? I suppose I could make us invisible... <Lisl> Gladly. Oh, flatterer. ::chuckling, digging in her vest, and spinning a silver coin through the air towards Rhys:: <Zoya> Or at least - that's my advice. ::smile slips sort of sideways:: <Rhys> ::catches the coin:: <Temire> ::To Jel:: But that won't teach me anything, because I can't use magic. <Rhys> Good night, Lisl. Come again. <Tyl> Ack, Jel, that's no fun... let's SKULK... hide in shadows... you know... <Jelarthna> Good night Lisl, Eljorin. I hope you can both make it home without canes. <Eljorin> ::to Rhys:: Good night, Rhys! See you in a few hours! <Jelarthna> ::smiles at Tyl:: Well, as long as you promise not to laugh. <Eljorin> ::to Jel, after pausing a moment:: And goodnight to you, Jelarthna! <Lisl> ::chuckling at Zoya and Temire, looking at Jel:: I think we'll manage well enough. And Jel-- when I get back in a week or so, you and I need to have a talk, alright? <Jelarthna> Goodnight, Rhys. <Tyl> Laughing ruins the effect of skulking... <Jelarthna> ::nods to Lisl:: Certainly, milady. ::grins:: <Zoya> I should get back to the Tower. ::picks up her book:: Good night, my friends! <Rhys> Good night, Jelarthna. <Eljorin> ::follows Lisl out the door, into the night:: <Lisl> ::walking to the door and scooping up her satchel, looking back at El with a quirked eyebrow:: <Jelarthna> Good night, Zoya. <Jelarthna> :to Tyl:: Okay, but don't laugh after you're done skulking either! <Lisl> ::smiling and sweeping out the door:: * Temire is obviously excited about learning something new, "So how do you skulk?" <Tyl> ::takes Jel and Temire by the hands and leads them out into the night:: <Tyl> Come along, I'll show you... *Tyl leads Jelarthna and Temire out into the night. * Rhys trails behind them to the door and closes it behind them. |
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